Icarus

When something is ripped away from us, it leaves us numb for a few moments. A little voice speaks up from the back of our head, "Ssh...it'll be okay. This is just temporary. It'll be alright again." Except it won't. Not this time. And with that realization, the tears come. Body wracking, heart aching, throat constricting, eyes burning type of tears. The type that breaks you down, tears you apart, until you're lying there in pieces. And you lose all ability to move, to think, to breathe, to do anything.
Some things in life start out as a dream. A fairytale. The kind you hear stories about while growing up. The kind of miracle everybody dreams of having. In that fairytale phase, one gesture speaks a thousand words There's this smile playing on your lips constantly and your eyes sparkle with hope for the future, for love. If you are in that fairytale phase, i suggest you enjoy it.Because more often than not, it comes to an end pretty soon.
You get swept up in a whirlwind of happiness, of joy, of hope, and it carries you higher and higher, so high, you feel like you can almost touch the sun. And then, just like Icarus flying too close to the burning sun, you fall.
 At first, the fall is imperceptible. Your wings feel a little heavy on your back, it brings you down a little. But you shrug it off, smile wider and fly again. As high as you can. But then you fall. And this time, you REALLY fall. And you fall from such a height that you refuse to accept the inevitable : that you're gonna land on the ground. You tumble down an endless height, and just when you've fooled yourself that the ground is too far away, its never gonna touch you, you plummet to the cold hard ground.
It knocks you out for a moment, leaving you breathless and wondering what the hell happened. After being in the air for so long, the earth feels foreign and abnormal. You feel numb. And then comes the pain.
You try to stand up, but you can't. You stumble, you fall, you can't move. You look up at the sun. It was your companion for so long. But now its so far. Within your sight, but never to be yours again. It shines so bright. You lift your arms towards it, hoping it would embrace you again. But you're deluded. It just taunts you, burning brighter, fierce, strong, beautiful.
Voices from the shadows urge you to move, to stand, to fight. But they are just whispers lost in the pounding of your ears. You ignore them.

You curl up on the ground. Immobile, paralysed. You wait for a miracle. You wait for strength. But it never comes. And finally you close your eyes, shutting the doors to your soul. You rip it out. You just don't want to feel anymore! Can't it see that?! And you fling it away from yourself. There. You don't feel. You're numb. You've changed. You adapted. And then you walk. Stronger. But not the person you used to be.
You walk away. But still your eyes glance up at the sun, hoping, praying, that it will call to you, accept you, want you.
But it never does......it never does.....